Ev'rywhere
I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
'Cause
summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
But
what can a poor boy do
Except
to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause
in sleepy London town
There's
just no place for a street fighting man
No
Hey!
Think the time is right for a palace revolution
'Cauce
where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well,
then what can a poor boy do
Except
to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause
in sleepy London town
There's
no place for a street fighting man
No
Hey!
Said my name is called disturbance
I'll
shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants
Well,
what can a poor boy do
Except
to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause
in sleepy London town
There's
no place for a street fighting man
No